"Okay, you guys, don't kneel here. I still have to praise or punish some people today."
Hearing this, everyone's faces changed slightly, especially Dorgon, Duduo and other people who had returned from the defeat, and their hearts were beating incessantly.
Huang Taiji had a big belly and said coldly to Dorgon: "Prince Rui, although you and Yue Tuo captured more than 200,000 Han people and seized no money and food this time, they defeated our Qing army and horses.
Then nearly half of it is lost. Tell me, what should I do with you?"
Dorgon gritted his teeth and knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "I know that this expedition has failed the emperor's high hopes and caused countless injuries to our Qing warriors. I am willing to accept the emperor's punishment."
"Punishment, do you think that a mere punishment can offset the loss of 40,000 troops?" Huang Taiji roared in the main hall, "Do you know that our Qing Dynasty has less than 200,000 warriors in total, and you and Yue Tuo suddenly
Just 40,000, 40,000, 40,000 warriors, how many years will it take for our Qing Dynasty to replenish it?"
Dorgon, who was lying on the ground, didn't even dare to raise his head. He just prostrated quietly on the ground and silently endured Huang Taiji's anger. It's no wonder that Huang Taiji was angry. The Manchu Qing Dynasty had a sparse population, and it was more difficult to cultivate a qualified warrior.
It took more than ten years, and now the loss was 40,000, which was almost a quarter of the total Qing army. In addition, in recent years, the troops have been wiped out by Pang Gang one after another. In total, it has been
Seventy or eighty thousand Manchu warriors disappeared in his hands. If it were him, Dorgon would also go crazy.
Huang Taiji got angry and looked at Dorgon lying on the ground. Although Dorgon usually hid his ambition very well, how could he hide it from the cunning Huang Taiji? To be honest, he wanted to hide his ambition.
This half-brother was immediately dragged out and beheaded, so as to pave the way for his son Hauge to ascend to power. But it still didn't work. He knew that if he did this, the people of the entire Qing Dynasty would be scattered. Said Dole
Gon suffered a defeat. But Yue Tuo, as the coach, was more guilty. What would Yue Tuo do if Dorgon was beheaded? And as Dorgon's younger brother, would Duduo lead the army immediately?
Two white flags rebellion?
All kinds of worries came to Huang Taiji's mind. Looking at the sympathetic looks in the eyes of many generals following Dorgon's southern invasion, Huang Taiji sighed secretly, now is not the time to deal with Dorgon.
After gathering his mood, Huang Taiji's expression softened, "Okay, but Prince Rui's trip south to enter the customs this time is also meritorious. I can still see this, so I won't punish you severely, but you still have to be punished."
One year's salary, do you accept it or not?"
When Dorgon heard this, he thought... one year's salary was gone, but it seemed that his fourth brother still had scruples. He didn't dare to really punish himself, which was considered a great blessing among misfortunes, so he lowered his head and said:
"Thank you for your grace, Your Majesty. My brother is convinced!"
After finalizing the major matter, everyone dispersed one by one, and Kong Youde began to recruit troops to expand his right army banner. Brothers Dorgon and Duduo hid in the corner to lick their wounds and prepare to accumulate strength. In short, the Qing Dynasty was temporarily settled.
, in short, everyone is temporarily quiet now.
This morning, as usual, Chongzhen got up without knowing it. Under the service of a group of palace maids, he washed himself, put on his regular imperial robes, and then walked out of Yangde Zhai to the yard in front of Qianqing Palace to burn incense and worship the sky. After walking for four days,
After the kowtow ceremony, he prayed silently for a while, and then returned to the westernmost room of the Qianqingguan. Because he was in a depressed mood, he specially skipped the usual greetings from Queen Zhou, the prince, concubines, and princesses.
Changing into a dark dragon yellow satin casual robe, Chongzhen sat down in front of the imperial case and began to review documents. On this dragon case, he had been reviewing various documents on military and state affairs for eleven years, and had written countless edicts.
However, he was always in a bad mood every time he faced this imperial case. The various memorials and newspapers from various places piled up on the case every day were like a mountain, and almost none of them made him happy. These documents,
Some report on the serious situation of famine, full of shocking words such as "the land is thousands of miles away", "no human habitation" and "eat by exchanging children"; some report on the commotion of "bandits" and "bandits", and the tragic scenes of soldiers burning,
Some reported that after the Qing soldiers penetrated deep into Jifu, they continued to advance, which prefectures and counties they destroyed, how heavily they burned and looted, how many men and cattle were captured, and how many local officials fled in the face of the wind, and some local official cities were destroyed and martyred.
Documents like this made him have to read them every day, but he really didn't want to or dared to read them. Sometimes, Chongzhen wanted to kick the imperial case over.
Just a few days ago, Hong Chengchou and Sun Chuanting finally led an army of 50,000 people all the way from Shaanxi to rush over to King Qin. But by the time Hong Chengchou arrived in the capital, the Qing soldiers had already brought more than 200,000 Ming people and countless wealthy people with them.
After leaving the seclusion in a grand manner, people all over the world began to ridicule him.
An imperial censor named Wang Kuanliang filed a memorial to impeach Yang Sichang, the Minister of War, saying that Yang Sichang, as the Minister of War, transferred 50,000 troops from the imperial court to Beijing to guard rats, which not only wasted people and money, but also destroyed the years of hard work of Hong Chengchou and Sun Chuanting.
Once, the intruders had broken through the encirclement of the officers and soldiers and headed to Henan. Now Henan was in chaos again. This was all thanks to Yang Sichang.
In Chongzhen's eyes, this memorial was a slap in the face. The idea of mobilizing Hong Chengchou to come to Beijing was Chongzhen's own idea, and Yang Sichang was just an executor. In Chongzhen's eyes, this imperial censor's impeachment of Yang Sichang was not just impeachment.
Himself? As soon as Chongzhen received the memorial, he demoted Wang Kuanliang's censor back to his hometown and let him eat him.
Thinking of this, Chongzhen felt a fire burning in his heart. This nameless fire was burning in his chest, but there was nowhere to vent. Chongzhen dropped the wolf hair in his hand and walked to the window, intending to enjoy the scenery outside the window.
.At this time, a young eunuch came over carrying a tray with some beautiful imperial plaques inside, and asked him to have a meal in a low voice. Chongzhen said softly, but did not move.
As usual, every meal of Chongzhen only had a few simple dishes. Unless he summoned the queen or a certain concubine to accompany him in Qianqing Palace, he always ate alone and lonely, with many careful waiters standing beside him.
The eunuchs and maids in the palace were playing the same old drum music outside. He felt no joy at all in this rigid way of life, but he had to live like this, because otherwise he would not be an emperor and would not fit in with the palace tradition passed down from generation to generation.
Chinese etiquette.
At this moment, a voice rang out, "Your Majesty, Wen Shoufu, Mr. Yang Ge and Mr. Liu Ge want to see you!"
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